Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Chapter 117 Chapter 116, Sano: I always feel that my teammates are more dangerous than good
"emm..."

Sano snapped his fingers: "It's not much, it seems like there are only three."

"Three?"

This time Miyano Shiho was really surprised: "How could there be a non-scientific researcher who just killed three people and was promoted to a cadre? You have to make a draft for bragging, right?"

"believe it or not."

Sano indifferently took out a cigarette and lit it. He didn't lie, after all, there are indeed only three kill records for this body.

"However, shouldn't you have heard the conversation between me and Qin Jiu just now? How do you know how old I am?"

Miyano Shiho said indifferently: "That's right, but because of this, the gin and vodka didn't notice anything wrong before you took off your hat, which is more proof that you didn't change your voice, at least Not much has changed."

"The voices of people of different age groups sound different, so it is not difficult to determine your age range."

Looking at Miyano Shiho who was talking eloquently, Sano nodded seriously: "You really deserve to be a genius, smart."

Sano didn't pay too much attention to the age range in which Miyano Shiho found himself.

Again, it won't have much impact.

However, Sano was a little surprised that the other party could judge his age based on this alone.

Could it be that this little girl can also learn reasoning skills?

The voice of Sano's vest is of course different from the voice of the main body. This can be changed in the process of modeling the figure, and he has indeed changed it.

If you listen carefully, you can naturally hear the difference, but the key is that the face of the No. [-] vest is set to look like a teenager after all, so even the changed voice sounds in line with what this age group should have.

Sano didn't pay attention to this before, but now that Miyano Shiho has brought it up, shouldn't he pay attention to it later?
That being said, I seem to have fallen into a dead end of thinking.

Anyway, they are all vests, so what rationality is there to pursue, so what if you use a young face to speak an old voice, it seems that you can't get in the way of your own business.

... Sano's current mentality is more like a rich second generation who went to high school.

First of all, I have a lot of money to cover myself, and I always feel that it doesn't matter whether I learn or not.

Secondly, I feel that life can't be so salty, and I can't just sit and eat, at least I should work a little harder, and try to get into a key university.

People, always so contradictory and tangled.

"Award."

While Sano was thinking wildly, Miyano Shiho spoke modestly in response to his admiration.

Sano glanced at Miyano Shiho's two dark circles and the coffee cans piled up on the table: "Then I'll go first, workers must have the awareness of being a worker, learn to fish properly, and the organization is not run by your family." , then work hard to dedicate what to do.”

After finishing speaking, Sano put the medicine box in his pocket and was about to leave, but Miyano Shiho who was behind him was stunned for a moment before recovering.

Then I don't know whether it is out of good intentions or professional ethics, Miyano Shiho reminded aloud: "Remember to confirm the status of the user after each medicine is used up, don't lose it, don't be found, otherwise if it happens In the event of an accident, gin may not necessarily protect you."

"understood."

Sano waved his hand, put on his passerby hat, and after leaving the research institute, he switched vests and clothes several times, transferred to several cars, and returned home.

Sano pulled out the documents in the file bag.

There are two copies in total, one of which is the authority description of the core members of the organization and how to use it, and the other is the information about Sano's mission goals this time.

"Moon Shadow Island."

Sano roughly looked at the information of several characters, and after memorizing a few faces, he found that there was still a string of numbers at the end of the information.

[Mission teammate, corn whiskey. 】

...Oh, there are teammates, and they are all whiskey.

Sano squinted his eyes, and after putting away the documents, he made a phone call to the so-called Corn Whiskey. After confirming their identities, they directly booked a boat ticket to Moon Shadow Island tomorrow.

……

"Wow, the sea breeze is really comfortable."

On the ferry to Moon Shadow Island, Mao Lilan was lying on the railing, with her head raised, her face full of contentment.

Kogoro Mori looked at the envelope in his hand and thought to himself, "Really, what does this letter mean..."

Conan on the side glanced at the envelope in Mori Kogoro's hand.

[On the night of the next full moon, shadows will start to disappear again on Moon Shadow Island, please investigate the truth - Keiji Aso].

This is a letter that has been mailed to the Maori Detective Agency a few days ago. It looks like a commission, but in fact it came with the letter and a stack of gangsters.

It is an entrustment, a unilateral entrustment, which gives people a sense of strength that cannot be refused.

This made even Kogoro Mori, who was usually a bit snobby and regarded money as his life, feel very uncomfortable and wanted to refuse, but anyway, the money was in his hands after all, and the commission was naturally done.

So the Maori family came to Moon Shadow Island today.

Conan withdrew his gaze from the letter, and then began to secretly look at the two figures on the other side of the deck, smoking a cigarette lying on the railing.

One of them was in his 20s, wearing everyday casual clothes. Although the face felt a little fierce, there was nothing worthy of attention.

What Conan really cares about is the other person next to him.

The man was wearing a black peaked cap and a black hooded sweater hat. His whole body was pitch black, making it impossible for Conan to take his attention away from him.

Of course, this is not only because of Conan's stress response to black, but also because he sensed that weird sense of disobedience in the other party that people want to ignore.

That kind of feeling is the feeling of "Bourbon" that I met at the dead Marudenjiro's house that night, and it is also the mysterious person who seemed to be staring at them in the restaurant when Conan's parents came back to punish him. human feeling.

Could it be him, Bourbon...

"call--"

A violent sea breeze blew past, making the man's hood flutter. Although there was still a peaked cap underneath, Conan could still clearly see the messy white hair beyond the cover of his cap.

It's actually white hair?
Conan raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then looked away. Although he couldn't see his face that day, he could still clearly remember that Bourbon's hair was black.

It seems to be overly nervous...

Conan let out a breath, and didn't think about it anymore, and stared at the sea view and became dazed.

On the other side, Sano's peripheral vision also came back from the Mori family trio.

Sure enough, did they still meet? I just don't know what will happen this time.

...Could it be related to my mission goal?

Sano thought about it, and felt that this possibility was very high. After all, his targets were all heinous criminals. This kind of people would kill and set fire on such a remote island, or they would hurt each other and eat black people. Kind of, it's not impossible.

But in the face of such conditions and such an environment, if you say that nothing will happen to Conan, who will believe it?

Sano sighed, he knew that Gin's idea of ​​wanting this matter to disappear very naturally had been wasted.

Of course, as Gin said before, this is not a problem, because even if something is exposed, it is impossible for someone to find out more things by grabbing Sano's current face, and that is enough.

...It is Sano's teammate, I am afraid that he has to ask for more blessings.

Sano glanced at his teammates next to him again.

Corn whiskey, in terms of pronunciation, should be simply transliterated into Cohen.

Sano and Cohen agreed to meet at the ferry of the ship, and there was nothing to say about the meeting process, because Cohen did not give Sano any unexpected surprises.

Ordinary looks, except that he seems a little familiar and talks a lot, there are no other characteristics. Maybe his ability in a certain area will be stronger.

But this is not important, the important thing is that gin and vodka are the culprits that caused Conan to shrink, and the distillery is the villain, so he and Cohen can be regarded as elite monsters...

... The more I think about it, the more I feel that my teammate's trip is going to be a disaster.

Cohen seemed to have noticed Sano's strange gaze, and couldn't help but looked over in doubt: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing."

Sano shook his head, not intending to communicate too much with the other party.

It's a pity that Sano doesn't want it, but it doesn't mean that Cohen doesn't want it: "By the way, have you watched Okino Yoko's new drama recently? Wow, Miss Yoko is really beautiful..."

Sano: "..."

This guy is so noisy, I really want to throw him into the sea.

(End of this chapter)